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 Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 1:49 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2016 12:04 am
Slow and uneventful, a popular but empty salon is situated in one of the biggest shopping districts in New Hemisect city, nestled between boutiques. On the outside, a large poster that says "Discount cuts for military!" put on the glass of a shop window looking into the building. The interior is modern and clean, with all the most updated tech for the profession. A catchy tune is played as background noise, though at the moment, there is rustling and the occasional drop of a box and tumbling bottles.
In a black apron and hair tied up, Elidae busied herself with organizing the stock up front while the evening remained quiet, humming along to the music. After Bloodfest, the yellowblood's usual routine came back into focus and she spent most of her nights holding down her section and attending patrons, new and old. For the most part, she hadn't minded coming back to it. Yet she missed the festivities of the snowy season and occasionally daydreamed on the job, remembering fond memories made with friends and new faces.
Suddenly, the yellowblood jerked and made a squeak of discomfort. A particular memory surfaced, and now her bilesack churned with regret and mild dread. Of all the luck in Alternia, she just had to throw that ping-pong ball juuuust right to have the absolute worst results. Elidae hadn't seen either Chiara or Eridia since the event, and she sure hoped she wouldn't run into them any time soon... ImaginationsParadise APOLOGIES THAT THIS IS SO LATE
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